Sharp County record., 1887-09-08

tions' panics, catastrophes. . woman
tbant Cod Won have home, and that you
may be queen in it.
Retter be there than wear Victoria's cor
onet. Better be there than carry the purse oI
| q nrincess. Your abode may be humble, Dut
Won can, by your faith in God, ana your
cbeerfulness of demeanor, gild it Win
snIendors such as an upholsterer's hand
nevor vet kindled. There are abodes IN
tbe citv-humble, two stories; four plaln'
unpapered rooms; undesirable nelghDor-
hood; and yet there is man mere tnis
morning who would die on that threshold
rather than surrender it. why!
II is home. Whenever he thinks OF IT,
he sees angels of God lowering around H.
The ladders of Heaven are let down 10
that house. Over the child's rough criD
there are the chantings of angels, as those
that broke over Bethlehem. 1t Is nome
These children may come up after awhile,
and they may win high position, and they
NAV have an affiuent residence; but tney
will not until their dying day forget tnaU
humble roof under which their father
rested. and their mother sang, and their
sisters played. o, if you would gather up
all tender memories, and the llgnCS anu
shades of the heart, all banquetings ana
reunions, all filial, fraternal, paternal and
coniugal affections, and you had only just
four letters with which to spell out that
height and depth, and length, and breadth,
and magnitude, and eternity of meaning,
YOU would, with streaming eyes, ana
trembling voices, and agitated hand, write
II ont in those four living capitals, home.
What right does woman want that Is
prander than to be queen in such realm!
Wbv. the eagles of Heaven can not fly
across that dominion. Horses, painting
and with lathered fanks, are not swift
enough to run to the outpost of that reaim'
They say that the sun never sets upon the
English empire; but have totell you that
ON this realm of woman's influence eternity
never marks any bound. Isabella neu
from the Spanish throne pursued by the
nations anathema; but she who is queen
in a home will never lose her throne, ana
death itself will only be the annexation Oh
heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of a queen, you do not think OF Cath
crime of Russia, or Anne of England, or
Marie Thersa of Germany; but when
you want to get your grandest
idea of a queen, you think Oh
the plain woman who sat
opposite your father at the table, or walked
with him arm in arm down life's pathway;
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always TO-
gether-soothing your petty griefs, cor
recting your childish waywardness, JOIN
ing in your infantile sports, listening to
your evening prayers, toiling for you with
needle, or at the spinning-wheel, and on
cold nights wrapping you up snug ana
warm. And then at last on that day when
she lay in the back room dying, and you
saw her take those thin hands with which
she toiled for you so long, and put them to-
gether in dying prayer that commended
you to the God whom she taught you to
trust-O, she was the queen! The chariots
of God came down to fetch her; and as she
went in all heaven rose up. You can not
think of her now without rush of tender
ness that stirs the deep foundations Of
your soul, and you feel as
much child again as when you
cried on her lap; and if you could bring
her back again to speak just once more
your name, as tenderly as she used to
speak it, you would be willing to throw
yourself on the ground and kiss the sod
that covers her, crying, Mother
motherw All, she was the queen-she was
| the queen. Now, can you tell me how
| Ia bat
would have to travel down before she got
to the ballot-box? Compared with this
| work of training kings and queens for
God and eternity, how insignificant
seems all this work of voting for aldermen,
and common councilmen, and sheriffs, and
constables, and mayors, and presidents.
| To make such a grand woman as | have
described, how many thousands
would you want of those people
who go in the round of godlessness, and
fashion, and dissipation, distorting
their body until in their monstros-
tiles they seem to outdo the dromedary
and hippopotamus going as far toward
| disgraceful apparel as they dare go, so as
not to be arrested of the police-their be-
haviour sorrow to the good and car
feature of the vicious, and an insult to
that God who made them women and not
gorgons; and tramping on, down through
a frivolous and dissipated life, to temporal
and eternal damnation.
woman, with the lightning of your
soul, strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul can not be fed upon
| such garbage. God calls you up to empire
and dominion. Will you have it? 0. give
to God your heart; give to God your best
energies; give to God all your culture, give
to God all your refinement; give yourself
to him for this world and the next
Soon all these bright eyes will be
quenched, and these voices will be hushed
For the last time you will look upon this
fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers hand,
sisters hand, child's hand will be no more
in yours. 1t will be night, and there will
come up cold wind from the Jordan, and
you must start. Will it be lone woman
on trackless moon? All, no. Jesus will
come up in that hour and offer his hand,
and he will say "You stood by me when
you were well; now will not desert you
when you are sick" One wave of His
hand, and the storm will drop; and ~
other wave of His hand, and midnight
shall break into midnoon; and another
wave of His hand, and the chamberlains
of God will come down from the treasure
houses of Heaven, with robes lustrous,
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